What really happened here?

Fashion trend?






























































Or a crystal light-filled water bottle gone terribly wrong?


....


wait for it

....



























that's right.
it was the bottle.

I just know there is one store out there

that would never let me down, and that is the

Snoopermarket

Don't get me wrong.

I love Target, and i am not usually a fan of children yelling in large stores- but as i walked down isle after candy isle looking for the beloved Kit Kat, i felt exactly like the little girl sitting in the front of a red cart calling desperately,

KIT KAT..... WHERE ARE YOU?"
















Preferably, i was looking for some festive kitkats, but after a certain point, i would take anything. Even Snack size.
I searched and searched. I even looked at check-out stations.
But to no avail.

Target, you have let me down.

There is one candy bar

of which i will never understand the appeal.
That candy bar is the BIG HUNK.





















It claims the fame of being "health" conscious for containing a lower fat content (3 grams of fat for a generous 2-ounce bar!) than other good tasting and delicious candy bars. This lack of content is promoted by BIG HUNK in highlighted yellow and red type.

REALLY? A LOW FAT CANDY BAR? Sounds yummy to me.

Blah. (made in a gross vomit voice)

I just think if you are going to eat a treat, it should at least taste good. Low fat or not.

And have you ever tasted a big hunk?
It tastes like roasted chunky mucus rather than "terrific chewy nougat with peanuts."

The day we start accepting revolting LOW FAT candy bars as a satisfactory dessert is the day i no longer wish to be a part of, "The FATTEST Country in the World,"
or third.

Having the sun shine down on me

through a skylight at my work

makes me look like

an angel.

(see the halo?)






















BUT I FEEL LIKE I'M IN HELL.

(you know, because it's so hot)

The only reason i wish i could

stay home during the days.

Sneak Peek at Snoop Dogg back on 'One Life to Live'

too tired to write anything... daylight savings has taken it's toll

Sing A-Long Thursday!

Apparently, I never

(pretend i am good at taking pictures)

HESITATE TO TACKLE THE MOST DIFFICULT PROBLEMS

even though i haven't started my homework
or paid my current bills
or cleaned up cluttered place
or emailed my boss back................

Honk if You're Hot, Bark if You're...

OH! I'm sorry.

That is INCORRECT*.

The answer the charming and oh-so desirable driver's accepting
(for chance at a lifetime of shallow existence) is: ...

wait for it ...
















UGLY. Better luck next time.



*assuming the average audience member yelled, "Not!"

GTL Baby

Gym. Tanning. Laundry.



Of course, i don't go to the gym (too many people)
and i don't tan- literally (being a fair reddish head- for me personally- laying outside or in a man made cancer cave would be a very bad idea and a huge waste of time)
but laundry, I am ALL OVER that.
Having clean clothes is where it's at.
Am i right, or am i right?